Patrick Zae - Yellow Light lyrics

[Hook: Patrick Zae] This is the last blunt for the night, baby Slow your roll, yellow light Need to slow your roll, yellow light Need to slow your roll, yellow light [Verse 1: Esteban] I wish I'd get as high as you That ain't nothing to brag about I think for you the night is through But we're gone end up lighting two Ain't dancing but we dabbin' out For me the game of cat and mouse Is chasing that elusive high Ain't never not made music high Ain't never not been super throwed Ain't never not made music though And you gone come and scoop it from Duluth And say it's stupid dope Two below, who'da known You'da grown to be that f**ing guy Funeral, are you gone roll Or are you gon' go too below Or heaven when you motherf**ing die The only sh** I know for sure is I don't know sh** for sure The only thing that I deserve is work and then to work some more and work some more and work some more And work some more and work some more Forgive me for being repetitive I just don't think that you get it yet Better yet, let it set in, this that medicine Sedatives all for ya' betterment, benefit idiot, aye Geeks and the robbers my company Few new revolvers, they come for me Few model b**hes to comfort me Cum for me, cum for me, cum for me, aye [Hook: Patrick Zae] [Verse 2: Don Cook] My hips are saying hi to you Finna swing the bat around Kitchen missing all of the utility 'Cause I just use facility to pat you down Sit you down on the counter The sting on my back from the scene in the shower Was me in a sleep for like three to six hours The dream was so vivid and loud Had me screaming like Meek on a Dreamchaser album For reasons unknownst to me Streets ain't been glowing this week And the trees ain't been showing no leaves And I leave in like four to three weeks To go see who put focus on me Selfishness show, but my reasons are deeper than most, why my feet keep on leaping from home just to keep this sh** going Thinking 'bout hitting the road to proceed to record what's been seen Sickle cell sh**, sh**, I'm sick as hell Rolling with EZ, so weed all up in my nails Pick up a Swisher to switch up what's inside the rello We'd trip out to Denver to mellow my car Bongs with the roomie and shroomin' with Zae Picture a movie where dude is insane But he stay keeping cool 'cause his music explain what he's doing to you so that you don't mistake this for losing b**h, excuse me? I'm pursuing my dream Kinda seem like it's lucid Went from spitting with dude that I knew from my grade To one fourth of Legit, man That sh** stupid-cray Slow your roll Look, you gon' be smoking whatever I give you when we hit that Yellow light Go fetch us a bowl that both of us can hit from, listen 'cause [Hook: Patrick Zae] [Outro: Esteban, *Don Cook*] Aye, red light, green light, yellow, aye Can't no f**boy hit the rello, aye I've been going off for the Nawf, hella saucin' Ya acting like ain't nobody tellin' Tell 'em ain't nobody special Everybody here rap Everybody trapped but nobody live that *As I pull up, fill up the tank Know what to think, I tucked away the f**s I gave I pump the brakes Her fussin' face The tux is suede So whatcha' say? The lusty way* I'm custom made, I cut your bae and f**ed her face My nuts are sway, it's us and they, do us a favor Better duck the f** down Two blunts I'm stuck now *You f** with us? Hit the club at sundown 'Cause I'll be at the function I'll be at the - I'll be at the function*